Adam
Mistake was early made
And I had it all to lose
Not near enough afraid
When it fell on me to choose.
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From dust and the Divine
Brought to life, I picked the grave
With freedom that was mine
To become the devil’s slave.
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Could I but start once more
And be known for nobler mien
Before the portrait tore
Or was felt the serpent sting!
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Here is no rehearsal
In guilt there is no glory
Sin has no reversal
My story is your story.